That title tho
Israel felt two arms wrap around him, and he found himself in a familiar hold.
He knew exactly who this was.
"Hello, Israel~" England purred, getting a little too close for comfort.
Israel squeaked in response, even though this was pretty normal. It didn't stop it from being pretty unnerving, though.
England tilted Israel's head to face her, "not even a hello, for all my hard work to get here, to see you? Rome is such a p a i n, you know that?"
"Uh... Hello, England!" Israel replied, looking slightly nervous.
"Better." The English nation replied, in a cold tone. Jesus Christ, it looked like she murdered someone. That set off plenty of red flags and warning bells in Israel's mind. England let go of him, and wiped off her sword. It had become a familiar sighting to Israel, she had it with her, every time she decided to 'visit' him.
Israel was genuinely curious as to why England kept visiting him. He didn't want to ask, though, so he let his mind wander.
England always seemed to follow Israel around during her 'visits', God she was creepy at times. The terrifyingly chilling way she was looking at Israel didn't help his nervousness either. England had grin plastered on her face. "You know what I'm here for, Correct?"
"Uh- no..?" Israel shrunk back, unsure of what was to happen next.
"What I'm here for Everytime." England paused, before walking a little closer.
"You."
Israel took a step backwards every time she stepped forwards. England looked unimpressed, and grabbed Israel's arm, before gently pulling him closer.
She was never this gentle with him. It was odd.
